Money

Money means little when loneliness hits

Heart starving of love,

Loving one’s self becomes priority

Sunrise

Sparkles of sunrise on my face

Hope leaps in my chest,

Frosted ground does not deter me

Left behind

A cold  shade of you

Like winter shadows, the core is gone…

You are not home

It’s just the Games

Cold Olympic world colludes

Media misrepresents en masse…

Divide and conquer is the norm

Privilege

The Games begin without regard
 With the poor displaced, the ill on display…
 To whom the benefits reap?

Sight

He cannot sing my song
but does not know it…
his blindness leads him elsewhere

Inner Seeing

A reflection in the shop window
Pale, translucent not quite there,
Wait! That’s me…
I peer in closer
Shadows of others swirl around
I step on solid ground
Not alone

Tripping

Power trips and power plays

no room for the sacred way…

she bows out gracefully

Injustice

snarling voices of the powerful

Silencing my voice, my soul

I dream of breaking free

Wits – where art thou?

How long have they been gone

those wits of mine,

gathering dust in my mind